"..." Tianxin lowered her head to look at the richly colored sweet and sour ribs. They seemed very appetizing, but for some reason, she had a bad feeling about it.
"I ... uh, since my husband worked so hard to help me cook, naturally, my dear husband should eat first. Come, dear, let me feed you!" Tianxin cheerfully picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs from the bowl and held it up to Chen Yiran's mouth, speaking to him tenderly.
Chen Yiran's deep black eyes slightly drooped, looking at the rib poised by his lips. His mind was racing; when he was cooking this dish earlier, did he add sugar and vinegar, or was it salt and vinegar??
The jars for sugar and salt looked pretty similar...
Chen Yiran slightly furrowed his brows, still pondering over it.
Tianxin didn't give him much time to think, and directly shoved the rib into Chen Yiran's mouth, then asked him with an expectant look, "How is it? Is it tasty?"